Almost every morning is spent watching the sun rise over the Sea of Cortez chatting with the gringo sport fishermen and their spouses, our children playing in the sand and/or water, all the while sipping our coffee with feet wiggling in the cool sand. This morning was no different except for the occasional neighbour wishing Anders a Happy Birthday.
Pizza was on the list. That required us to drive all the way to Los Barriles yet again, but that’s okay because there are always errands to be done (its the closest bank, and nicest laundromat, and biggest grocery store within hours of here).
But first we drove south about 5km in search of a beached ballena (whale) that we were told of. We weren’t successful at finding it, even driving into locals driveways to ask about it. But we did find a wonderful new beach with enticing sand dunes and the coolest wavy coastline with small dunes right up to the waters edge. It’s a Come Again beach.
Lighthouse Pizzeria had a nice outdoor patio and better prices than Canada and USA so we were pleased, and the taste……well, we wanted more of the New Yorker and the Four Cheese (with spinach).
If we ever go again I know we’ll be ordering those. Through a mix up we ended up with some other pizza with what looked like Italian sausage and olives; it was the least favourite and fortunately we only paid half price for it because of the kitchen’s screw up.
Pepperoni was okay. The kids were missing their brother-in-law Seth who eats all the crusts (cuz he can’t have cheese). Where is the guy when you need him? Actually, the pizzas were so good there wasn’t a mouthful left.
Anders decided he wanted ice cream, but the last we had in La Paz was the texture of sawdust. So this time we didn’t go economical i.e. bucket. We went 2 small containers which ended up with big creamy taste. Good choice, Anders.
Our little boy picked out Hershey’s Kisses to take home for Daddy to hide, and after a quick cold swim the hunt for those morsels was on. Adrian had stopped by so he helped Everette hide them, with a gleeful chuckle that was so sweet to hear. He could probably picture his own two little girls giggling in such a search.
The sun sets. He gets to pick a movie….Planet Earth, a good standby.
He’s proud to be 7. He’s growing up quickly, changing fast. Layne mentioned the other day how she noticed over Skype that his sentence structure is more complex. He’s proud of his sun-bleached hair, his ability to snorkel and swim in the crashing waves. His blue eyes shine.
Ok, while I write this up he’s climbed up the hill to my office in the dark (I’ll show pics of my office in another post) to tell me that neighbours have brought him Graham wafers, marshmallows and Hershey’s chocolates, and Bernie (another neighbour) whom we have to walk past to get to the office, has given him a package of cookies.
I must say he’s known all through the arroyo as he’s Mr Friendly, a willing packhorse for those in need (unless its a family member). So I’m not surprised he just shows his face and they give him gifts for his Birthday. Not that he needs any more sugar, that’s for sure.
Whose going to pay the dental bill????
Happy Birthday, Anders!
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